Counterspell!

[Trogdor]

Magnus looks over at the chalkboard and sniffs loudly. "A trivial problem," he says in a tone of condescension. "Magnus can hardly be bothered to solve it - not that it would take more than a moment of Magnus's genius, of course." He turns to prepare another spell and then looks back once more at the blackboard. He shakes his head, turns away, and starts a spell again. Once more he stops and looks back at the chalkboard.

"Still," he says, "the others have no hope of figuring out such a problem. Magnus must show his superiority and his generosity by cleaning up what others have left unfinished. Soon, all will bask in the glory of Magnus."

He then walks over the pit as if on an invisible bridge, the great mage being unconcerned with such petty things as gravity. But while the pit has proven to be no threat, the math problem is at least a distraction. Magnus picks up the chalk and begins to write down the solution to the problem, ignoring, at least for the moment, the fight going on around him.

[Deadman]

Maladictian is about to throw a fireball at the distracted mage but hesitates. He's curious to see what Magnus writes down.

Leaving that foe alone for now he, almost as an afterthought, mumbles some words to summon the Army of Time: "chonos ares huthuthut"

A glowing doorway briefly opens and through it step a club-wielding caveman riding a velociraptor, a samurai, and a silver-suited spaceman holding a ray gun.

The warriors charge towards Olipad, Kiereat, and Grubitus respectively (except the spaceman who jets forward by rocketpack).

[Illeveun]

Kiereat flicks his other wrist and yells, "Brautwurst!" turning the samurai into a giant sausage, which is put between Kiereat and the stones that are flying towards him. As a response to Olipad, he mutters, "This is fun." The mage smiles madly, living up to his epithet.

[Vardaen]

Keeping with the same theme as Kiereat, Grubicus points at the silver suited space man and shouts, "Beerstien!" and the silver suited man turns into a silver bearstien, with a nice flip top lid, a scene of the first man landing on the moon, and a declious hefenwisen pilsner inside.

[Amaris]

Crepeticia, while grateful for the short reprieve from conjuring, is hungry. "Putternickle" she cries as caveman and velocoraptor prove to complete the fine spread. "An adequate lunch," Crepeticia thinks "at least I have a reason to drink before noon". Caveman and raptor should neatly tranform to thick slices of fresh pumpernickle bread and a side of cool whipped butter.

[Deadman]

Maladictian is still intently following Magnus' attempt to solve the ultimate nature of arcane power. He notices the defeat of his army.

"Oh, I hate it when that happens to Time Armies. Come on! Do true warriors give up so easily?"

In response to the giant mage's urging, and with a little bit of necromancy, the delicious objects start to move! The pumpernickle bread lifts up the tub of butter, the sausage uses a fold of meat to pick up the katana the samurai dropped as he was transmogrified, and the lid of the beerstein begins snapping viciously.

As the meal lurches onward to drown Crepeticia in butter, slash Kiereat with an erratically swung asian blade, and crunch Grubitus between lid and rim they sing their terrifying battle cry of "Be Our Guest...Be Our Guest..."

[Trogdor]

With a flourish, Magnus finishes the equation. "Let all who gaze at this know the genius that is Magnus, the Blue Mage!"

He steps back, and Maladictian realizes that the flourish at the end was not just an affectation. In fact, it set into play a spell of mesmerization and domination that effects any who gaze at the finished equation. And as he realizes this, the opposing magician can start to feel the power of the enchantment closing around his will.

[Deadman]

Maladictian realizes his mistake too late to look away.

"It's so brilliant...the proofs..." The equation is too pristine to dismiss the spell, too perfect for the titanic mage to ever break free.

He quickly enacts the only loophole out of the compulsion, to permanently change the universal laws of reality so that the ten millionth digit of Pi is raised by one.

With the equation on the blackboard now glaringly incorrect the compulsion ceases.

Simultaneously the change causes a slight shift in the planet's orbit, making a seagull that originally was safely soaring over the arena plummet on a trajectory towards Magnus, fast enough to demolish a castle. The bird flaps its wings uselessly to counter the sudden rush of speed.

[Amaris]

"Frell, it looks like lunch isn't going to cooperate", Crepeticia is peevish - as well she might be. Thinking quickly she determines the best course of action against their maddening tastiness would be to change their target... to the one who refers to himself in 3rd person all the time. Aswitcheroo one...two you know who! "Nothing personal" she thinks eying the aisles for a popcorn, hotdog vendor - anything at this point.

[Vardaen]

Grubitus pulls out a long straw from his pocket of everholding unnessicary things and waves it at the chomping beerstein, "Come to daddy!" Leaping on the beerstein like some sober frat boy Grubitus jams the straw down into the stein and in one giant slup sucks up all the beer inside of it draining the stein-beast of its life force. Spinning on Magnus he joins the gang up and blows through the straw as hard as he can expelling all of the beer in his cheeks in a massive Cone of Drunkenness that not only will wash over Magnus but it will at the same time wash clean the chalkboard!


BURP!